Some OHIO CO KY BIRTHS RUCKER DALLAS E OHIO COOMES ELLA 5 27 1917 RUCKER EMMETT OHIO COOMS ELLA 12 18 1912 RUFROW HARRID K OHIO BRADFIELD ETHEL 1 3854 2 1919 RUMAGE CHAS OHIO HOLT MARTHA 5 29 1914 RUMMAGE ANNIE C OHIO HOLT MARTHA 4 9 1912 RUSELL LEE OHIO BRYANT NANCY 8 24 1913 RUSHER ARNOLD 1 OHIO MIDKIFF DOLLIE 1 19 1916 RUSHER CHESTER M OHIO HILL ALMA 5 28 1920 RUSHER CHRISTA L OHIO CROW BERTHA 3 1 1917 RUSHER EMMA D OHIO AWBRY LAURA 7 15 1911 To all my fellow genealogists and internet friends: Please include my daughter Tabitha and grandaughter Hallie in your thoughts for January 16 at 10 am. They need positive thoughts and prayers. Thank You Tamara

Thinking After the Storm: A Collection (From the "Sunday Afternoon Rocking" series) Today's Sunday Rocking is a bit different from any you have received before. It is simply a collection of some of my more recent writings and thoughts. I hope you enjoy them. ~jan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Within this Issue: Polishing Silver Life is Good What Fishing Really Is What Happy Is To My Daughter on True Love I've Just Been Thinking ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Polishing Silver I opened a box of trinkets, And to my great dismay Realized each was tarnished And dull within the tray. I had quite neglected to polish The trappings of each gem And so what once twinkled Now lay dark and dim. Shamed I was to wear That others might see, The neglect of my gems And the laxity of me. It took more than a few hours, And effort through the night, But at last the silver glistened And sparkled with the light. Our lives are like that silver, The shine will dull and fade, Unless time and effort To polish is sincerely made. Shamed we will be, That others might know, The tarnish that has dimmed And darkened our glow. It isn't really hard, One should not despair, But it takes some work And some time to care. The polish is prayer It is faith and love, It is giving to others, Trusting the plan above. And with such polish We shall certainly be, The glowing gems God wants to see! Copyright ©2001, 2000JanPhilpot ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Life is Good Life is good. It is good in spite of scraped knees, and melted ice cream cones. It is good in spite of mosquito bites, and canceled parties. It is good in spite of goodbyes we don't want to say, And hellos that are ones we would rather not welcome. It is good in spite of lost loves and unrequited loves And love that was not love at all. When you push all the bad aside, Shove it over to the pile of garbage You will haul down to the street next Monday night, You know. Life is good. It is good because the sun shines, No matter how many rainy days are sandwiched in between. It is good because the grass is green And the skies are blue, As they have always been, And always will be. It is good because while you were crying The birds were still singing, and they didn't mind that you Waited a while to join them. It is good because there is always Love somewhere that is real, And unselfish, And Just there. It is good because when we truly examine our hearts We know We really feel a lot better if we sing And things look a lot better when we notice The grass is green and The skies are blue. It is good because after a while We know the scraped knees And melted ice cream cones Just happen so that we learn Life is still very good. And if we ever really learn that All the mosquito bites and cancelled parties In the world Aren't going to make any difference. The sun will shine as the Rain pours down. And still be shining When it stops. Copyright ©2001, 2000JanPhilpot ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What Fishing Really Is Here is something to know about fishing. Fishing is not about catching fish. Fishing is about fishing. There is a world of difference. Hubby doesn't know the difference except in his heart, but he speaks his mind because sometimes he represents the segment of the male species that cannot verbalize the language of the heart. And he thinks if he does not come home with a big fish, he has failed, so he has to tell about the one that got away. Now I know in his heart that really does not matter, because if every fish got away for the rest of his life, he would still go fishing. Fishing is about fishing. It is about rocking on a soft piece of Mama water in a boat cradle. It is about silence and solitude with nothing but nature to sing you a lullaby. It is about the soft patterned reflections on the floating carpet beneath your cradle. It is about the breeze running gentle fingers through your hair. It is about peace, friend. And you need to get someone to take you fishing. Never since your mama's arms in a rocking chair have you known such a thing as fishing. Copyright ©2001, 2000JanPhilpot ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What Happy is Happy is inside And no one can touch it unless you let them. Happy is figuring out No one can make you that way And it is your idea to be happy. Happy is letting things go that need to slide out the door. Happy is figuring out that "holding on to resentment" because something was unfair is really More unfair to you than anyone else. Happy is building a little shelter of roses around the Swing you are sitting in while you watch The butterflies and listen to the birds sing. Happy is saying nothing is going to disturb this. Happy is knowing "God's in his heaven, All's right with the world" (Thanks Mr. Keats!) Even when things don't always look real right. Because you know that He is bigger than you are, And He is in charge of the outcome. You can't taste happy And you can't hear happy, or see it. But you can FEEL happy And it makes a lot of difference in how things Taste and hear and look. Copyright ©2001, 2000JanPhilpot ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To My Daughter on True Love When you can let go As well as you can hold... When you can enjoy alone As well as with... When you can stand Without leaning, And stand without Being leaned upon... When silence can be Conversation, And conversation can Be or not be... When you know without wondering Or having to ask To trust or be trusted... When demands are no longer, And acceptance is always... When you know the port in a storm, But are free to sail in the rainbow That follows... When you learn No one can make you happy, And no one can choose Happiness but yourself... When you are you, And he is he, And both like that just fine... That, my daughter, Is true love. Copyright ©2001, 2000JanPhilpot ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I've Just Been Thinking Wonder what life would be like... If we made a point to... Stop ONE time each day to really look at the natural world around us. Notice an ant busy working, notice the way the leaves sway in the wind, try to determine exactly what shade of green the grass is, feel the wind on our cheek. Write down ONE thing each day that we are very grateful for in our lives, ONE blessing that has come our way. Be very still ONE time each day, block out all thoughts and just "hear"....hear the bird singing we did not notice a moment before, hear a child laughing we did not hear a moment before, just hear... Make a point to do ONE kind deed no one is expecting us to do, for someone we normally do not make an effort for daily. Make a point to smile at ONE stranger and speak cheerfully. Make a point ONE time to curb our tongue when we are about to say something angry or negative or gossipy. Called ONE person we know is probably lonely. Made a point to stay STOP ONE time to a negative thought that wanted to enter in, and tell ourselves "I won't go there"...and then not. Thought of ONE person who frustrated us, aggravated us, made us angry, and put ourselves in that person's shoes to try to understand it. Stopped and sniffed of ONE flower. Sat down for ONE ten minute period, took the phone off the hook, closed the door, leaned back, closed our eyes and allowed only pleasant positive thoughts to play in our minds. Wonder what life would be like if we lived making a habit of doing even ONE of those things ONE time a day... Copyright ©2001, 2000JanPhilpot ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Note: Afternoon Rocking messages are meant to be passed on, meant to be shared...simply share though e-mail as written without alterations...and in entirety. If planned for a publication, permission must be granted by the author. Please forward sufficient information concerning the nature and intent of the publication. Thanks, jan) Sunday Afternoon Rocking columns are distributed weekly on the list Sunday Rocking. This is not a "reply to" list, and normally only one message per week will come across it, that being the column. 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Lee Ann, That would be great. Just let me know whenever you find out. Teresa -- Get your [email protected] email at http://Nameplanet.com/?su

PLEASE HELP!!! Is ANYONE related to Thomas BUCKLEY,b. Dec 1852 in Ireland & d. ?, I think ca. 1910-1915 [lived Hardin Co., KY be then]. m. 15 Nov 1881 in MUHLENBURG CO., KY to Mary O'BRIAN, b. bet. 1854-Jul 1859 in Nashville, TN & d. Jun 1915 in Jefferson Co., KY [bur. Leitchfield]. Known children: Wm. Patrick BUCKLEY [1881-1933] m. Katie Jane LOVE. John Thomas BUCKLEY [1886-1966] m. Marie BEVILLE. ??Rea/TEE? BUCKLEY aft. 1887?? Thomas BUCKLEY became a US citizen in 1864 in AL [Alabama?]. His parents UNKNOWN. Mary O'BRIAN was daughter of John O'BRIAN [b. 1830 in Ireland & d. aft. 1880 Hardin Co., KY Census & bef 1900 census] & Mary STANTON [b. 1835 in Ireland & d. aft 1900 Grayson Co., KY census]. Can ANYONE help?? Any info truly appreciated. Terri [[email protected]]

I'll see if I can find out from my aunt, who married a Shutt from Muhlenburg. It may take me some time to find out, so hang on. Lee Ann Steinmetz Researching Batsel, Bryant, Curd, Dickerson, Dycus, Gauldin, Henson Life is just a bowl of cherries--pitts and all > From: [email protected] > Reply-To: [email protected] > Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2001 14:01:19 -0700 > To: [email protected] > Subject: KYMUHLEN-D Digest V01 #122 > > > KYMUHLEN-D Digest Volume 01 : Issue 122 > > Today's Topics: > #1 [KYMUHLEN] Shutt and France [[email protected]] > > Administrivia: > To unsubscribe from KYMUHLEN-D, send a message to > > [email protected] > > that contains in the body of the message the command > > unsubscribe > > and no other text. No subject line is necessary, but if your software > requires one, just use unsubscribe in the subject, too. > > To contact the list administrator, send mail to > [email protected] > > ______________________________ > From: [email protected] > Date: Sunday, December 9, 2001 6:05 PM > To: [email protected] > Subject: [KYMUHLEN] Shutt and France > > I am interrested in the France family from KY. In 1850 Riley France is with > the > Jacob Shutt family in Muhlenburg Co. KY. I don't know if they are related. > Maybe someone else can fill me in. Who were W. Riley Frances parents. Riley > was > born about 1825-1830. In 1840 there are only 3 France families David, Jacob > and > Micheal. Riley married ? Franklin and they moved to Arkansas. After her death > in Arkansas he married Nancy Hill from KY. Please email me if anyone can help. > Thanks Teresa > > -- > Get your [email protected] email at http://Nameplanet.com/?su >

I am interrested in the France family from KY. In 1850 Riley France is with the Jacob Shutt family in Muhlenburg Co. KY. I don't know if they are related. Maybe someone else can fill me in. Who were W. Riley Frances parents. Riley was born about 1825-1830. In 1840 there are only 3 France families David, Jacob and Micheal. Riley married ? Franklin and they moved to Arkansas. After her death in Arkansas he married Nancy Hill from KY. Please email me if anyone can help. Thanks Teresa -- Get your [email protected] email at http://Nameplanet.com/?su

Dick, your George Nutter (field) does not appear on the KY censuses after 1810 so either the family moved or he died. I looked for a 2nd marriage for Nancy but didn't find one so that makes me think that probably they moved from KY. Bettye >CORRECTED MESSAGE************ > > >Seeking information on a David Phegley... Perhaps affiliated with the >McWilliams family. He signed bond for the marriage of Matilda Nutterfee and >James Richey, 11-25-1820, in Shelby County, Ky. > Also, Any information on an Ab/Absolom Williams/McWilliams, who > signed bond >for Marriage of Nancy McWilliams to George Nutterfield, 6-24-1804. Also, in >Shelby County., Ky. > Also, sometime back, I saw a reference to George Nutterfield, and > his son >Gholson, having business dealings in Eastern Ky. This had to be about >1828-1830, due to Gholsons birthday.(1812) I know he was in Vermillion Co >In., in 1830. I believe that this was a publication called Eastern Ky >Genealogist... Does anyone have any record of these 2 individuals? > Any help will be appreciated. > Thanks. > >DICK CARTER > > >============================== >Visit Ancestry.com for a FREE 14-Day Trial and enjoy access to the #1 >Source for Family History Online. Go to: >http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=702&sourceid=1237 ---------------------------------------------------- Sign Up for NetZero Platinum Today Only $9.95 per month! http://my.netzero.net/s/signup?r=platinum&refcd=PT97

CORRECTED MESSAGE************ Seeking information on a David Phegley... Perhaps affiliated with the McWilliams family. He signed bond for the marriage of Matilda Nutterfee and James Richey, 11-25-1820, in Shelby County, Ky. Also, Any information on an Ab/Absolom Williams/McWilliams, who signed bond for Marriage of Nancy McWilliams to George Nutterfield, 6-24-1804. Also, in Shelby County., Ky. Also, sometime back, I saw a reference to George Nutterfield, and his son Gholson, having business dealings in Eastern Ky. This had to be about 1828-1830, due to Gholsons birthday.(1812) I know he was in Vermillion Co In., in 1830. I believe that this was a publication called Eastern Ky Genealogist... Does anyone have any record of these 2 individuals? Any help will be appreciated. Thanks. DICK CARTER

Seeking information on a David Phegley... Perhaps affiliated with the McWilliams family. He signed bond for the marriage of Matilda Nutterfee and James Richey, 11-25-1820, in Shelby County, Ky. Also, Any information on an Ab/Absolom Williams/McWilliams, who signed bond for Marriage of Nancy McWilliams to George Nutterfield, 6-24-1804. Also, in Shelby County., Ky. Also, sometime back, I saw a reference to George Nutterfield, and his son Gholson, having business dealings in Eastern Ky. I believe this was a publication called Eastern Ky Genealogist... Does anyone have any record of these 2 individuals? Any help will be appreciated. Thanks. DICK CARTER [email protected]

Need a lookup, if anyone has available or means... George NUTTER married Nancy W McWilliams 6-24-1803, in Shelby Co KY... Need who signed Bond or any other information from Marriage license. Thanks. DICK CARTER [email protected]

Seeking any info on a Nancy W McWilliams, who married George NUTTER in Shelby Co Ky, 6-24 or 6-28-1803. Parents, siblings, rumors or anything. I am desperate...Thanks.

Richard, did you check out the other McWilliams that married in Shelby Co KY during the yrs btw 1800 and 1825? They were most probably related to Nancy. Also, have you obtained the marriage bond information to check the names of the surety for the bond? Almost always one of their relatives signed the bond. Regards. Bettue ---------------------------------------------------- Sign Up for NetZero Platinum Today Only $9.95 per month! http://my.netzero.net/s/signup?r=platinum&refcd=PT97

>From Jan, [email protected] No Accidents (from the "Sunday Afternoon Rocking" series) Nothing could begin until they all arrived.  By this time, it appeared that all were at least in the same country, but nothing could begin until they all converged upon the same place within it.  In 1801, most all were in North Carolina/Virginia area, many near one another, but no marriage records indicating they yet knew one another.  Some were in Pennsylvania.   Some were already in Tennessee territory and some were in route from Maryland.  Some would be in the right spot within a few short years, and some would not arrive for forty more years.  Most would come for the same reason: to own a spot of land they could call their own, to coax a living from the soil.  Some would come for other reasons, to find a "safe" place out of the impending storm of white settler and Native American clashes, or to bring their trade and talents to a rapidly expanding frontier.  In 1801, there would have been more than thirty of them in various stages of their lives.  All of them were my direct ancestors, but nothing could begin until they all arrived.  Until these ancestors of Irish, Scotch, English, French and Native American roots could converge on a small area known as "Land Between the Rivers" there was no chance for my birth or the birth of my descendants.  And obviously, they all arrived. I have often wondered on that.  In that time period the chances of survival were not high anyway.  The world would have been fraught with health dangers, regardless of the intensified dangers of travel through a wilderness and homesteading a frontier.  If only one of those ancestors had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, met with the wrong untimely disaster, a family line would never have been, and hundreds of descendants never have drawn breath.  It is a wonder to me to think of it, to even realize the miracle of being.  It is a wonder to me to realize that this "happen chance" has been, not just since 1801, but since the dawn of civilization and the creation of humanity. A very long time ago, when my son was having a very hard time of things, I did a little homework and a little research, and I wrote him this little piece to remind him in yet another way how very special he was. I was astounded myself at what I learned. It became a lesson for myself, as well as a lesson for him. This is how special you are... If you had been born in this country 200 years ago, you would have had less than a 20% chance of reaching the age of ten. If you had been born in most of the world today, the same is still true. But this is not the most wondrous part of who you are. Listen... For only a few hours of one week of one month in a certain year was it even possible that your conception could even occur. There was one in 450 million chances that the sperm that created you did so. Had it not you would have been another child. When you were conceived you received 23 chromosomes from your mother and 23 from your father, but all of those were a toss up from millions. If one chromosome had been different, you would be a different child. Theoretically, any one of 64 trillion children could have been born...yet it was YOU. Add to that the fact that even after you received the chromosomes that led to your creation, they have a quirky little habit of "crossing over", changing pieces and parts of each other and this made for eight million MORE possibilities of you being someone different from who you are. If one chromosome had switched one part with another...you would not exist... And yet you do. You were born in this country in this time to this family. You were conceived within the only few hours that were possible for you to exist. You beat the odds of one in 450 million to receive a particular sperm, you beat the odds of one in 64 trillion to receive just the right mix of chromosomes, and you beat the odds of one in eight million that no switching was done afterward except that which produced YOU. Have you any doubt that you are meant to be, meant to exist? Have you any doubt that there is some very special purpose for you on this earth? Just a thought, jan Copyright ©2000janPhilpot; Copyright ©1995janPhilpot ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Note: Afternoon Rocking messages are meant to be passed on, meant to be shared...simply share though e-mail as written without alterations...and in entirety. If planned for a publication, permission must be granted by the author. Please forward sufficient information concerning the nature and intent of the publication. Thanks, jan) Sunday Afternoon Rocking columns are distributed weekly on the list Sunday Rocking. This is not a "reply to" list, and normally only one message per week will come across it, that being the column. To subscribe send email to [email protected] Comments about the content of these messages can be sent to [email protected] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Seeking any info on a Nancy W McWilliams, who married George NUTTER in Shelby Co Ky, 6-24 or 6-28-1803. Parents, siblings, rumors or anything. I am desperate...Thanks.

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From:    Jan, [email protected] I think, before beginning my stories, I need to explain each time that I can how the folks in it are connected to Stewart County, as these stories may be meaningful in more ways than just their message to my many cousins.  This story concerns my grandfather, James A. Greene, 1907-1969.  He was the son of James T. Greene (Montgomery Co.) and Laura Metcalf (Humphrey and Houston Co.).  He married Icie Warfield (Stewart Co.).  They made their home on Yellow Creek and later Granite City. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ It is inevitable, this time of year as holidays begin, that our thoughts would begin to be touched by long ago memories, long ago loved ones.  And it is inevitable, in this season of gift-giving, that we begin to reflect upon what a gift truly is, and what gifts we have given or been given that are truly the most meaningful.  It seems the more we mature, the more we realize those gifts we clasp tightest in our heart cost nothing in monetary terms at all, but were gifts of the heart.  Each Christmas I tell the story of "Pennies", the gift my paternal grandfather was unfailing in giving all the days of my life.  Today I tell the story of my maternal grandfather, and his own loving gift to me. A Grandfather's Final Gift (from the "Sunday Afternoon Rocking" series) When autumn comes I always remember a very long ago one, when I was a young girl and was just beginning to grasp and appreciate all the shimmering magic of that special time of year. It is a time when russets and golds, burnished coppers and siennas gently sway in a breeze until they seem blended together in a softly smudged masterpiece of brilliant hues and subtle blends. It is a time when the coolness of the air caresses your cheek and the breeze that does the caressing seems to be whispering of something to come.  It is a time when the crunching of leaves under your feet make you want to go romping romping....just to hear them some more... But there is no more beautiful place to realize the glories of the season than in the mountains. And a long ago autumn I was in the mountains. The Smokey Mountains are breathtaking in any season at all, rising up in fullness, wrapping themselves around you in all directions as if a mama were clasping you in her arms.  In every season, they are awesome with the mists that rise like the very breath the living mountains exude.  In every season, they are breathtaking with layers of ever softening hues of color fading into the distance, mountain after mountain. But in the autumn, when the colors on the mountains are clamoring for attention, when whatever direction you turn is another shouting, "Here I am! I am more beautiful".... "No! This way! It is I who is more beautiful! Me!"..."Here! You are forgetting to turn to me!"...then you know...no palace, no great antiquity, no masterpiece is so arrayed as these mountains. It was such an autumn. For as long as I can remember my grandfather was sick. He woke each morning choking for breath, and hacking such deep painful coughs that it hurt to listen to him. He was thin and quiet, rarely having a great deal to say, and somehow in some odd way I found that comforting: that I could sit beside him in his company, yet never be asked all the patronizing questions that adults found so important to press upon children. This autumn he seemed ever thinner, ever weaker, ever quieter, and yet, there seemed something bearing on his mind. I did not ask him what. It was not the way of the relationship between us. We never talked. We were mostly simply quiet together. I knew how to be very quiet. An only child who has long been comfortable with the silence of solitude can do that as well as an elder. This autumn the family was camped together in the Smokies, something we did from time to time. And when the time came for my family to take its leave from the others, my grandfather reached over and touched me gently. "Let's take a walk," he said. It was surprising. My grandfather never walked. He sat quietly mostly. But side by side we slowly wended a path through the forest, and he began to tell a story. Because the story was from a time I did not understand, and the plot revolved around logging, something I knew nothing of, the details of the story escaped me, although I remember the gist of it. The moral I remember most of all. And the story my grandfather told me was to warn me, that in this world there are folks to be wary of, and one must not always believe what one is told, that one must be careful in this world and think for oneself using common sense. That was it. A simple short story with a moral, and then we turned and walked back through the woods to the campsite, and bid goodbye. It was the last time I ever saw my grandfather alive, and I knew even then what he had done. Lacking in material possessions, and somehow feeling there was something richer than this to give anyway, he had given me a story: some words to remember, perhaps to ease me through something life would dish out later. He must have known he would not see me again, and must have known he would not be there as I grew into a young woman. Unable to be in my life, to protect or insulate or guide me, he had only a simple story to give. And perhaps it was the richest thing he could have given.  It has meant a great deal to me all of my life that I had such a grandfather who, despite his frailty, wished to take a walk and give me a bit of wisdom to ease my way into the world.  And I have surely remembered that wisdom time and time again throughout my life.  It has meant much to know I had such a grandfather who despite his frailty, wished to take a walk with me: to give me a story. He may have known that I, the lover of stories, would treasure this above all other things.  And so I have. When autumn slips in, begins to push its subtle way into the world until summer at last beats a hasty retreat leaving behind a triumphant shout of color from a new season, I never fail to remember that long ago one.  In the very midst of colors clamoring, there came a gentle gift from a grandfather I would never see again. In this season of gift-giving, perhaps the most precious things we can give those we love, is the gift of thought and heart.  Consider those gifts given to you along the way, and consider those which have meant the most.  I dare say many of you will discover the same that I have.  Those gifts most precious, most remembered, were not purchased in any store, and can only be given by means of a loving heart.  Those gifts most treasured came without ribbons or wrapping, never dressed a shop window, and would be treasured only by the person whose heart motivated the gift and the receiver who was loved well enough to be given it. Just a thought, jan Copyright ©2000janPhilpot ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Note: Afternoon Rocking messages are meant to be passed on, meant to be shared...simply share though e-mail as written without alterations...and in entirety. If planned for a publication, permission must be granted by the author. Please forward sufficient information concerning the nature and intent of the publication. Thanks, jan) Sunday Afternoon Rocking columns are distributed weekly on the list Sunday Rocking. This is not a "reply to" list, and normally only one message per week will come across it, that being the column. To subscribe send email to [email protected] Comments about the content of these messages can be sent to [email protected] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Descendants of LOVELACE O. WILLIAMS         1   WILLIAMS, Mr. LOVELACE O.   b: January 1866 in KENTUCKY     d: Aft. 1900 in OHIO CO, KY ..     +HILL, Ms. ORA J.   b: October 1872 in KENTUCKY m: April 14, 1888 in OHIO , CO KY   d: Aft. 1900 in OHIO CO, KY     KIDS: 1900 5/5 KIDS ...... 2   WILLIAMS, Mr. WILLIAM H.   b: April 1893 in OHIO CO, KY d: Aft. 1900 in OHIO CO, KY ...... 2   WILLIAMS, Ms. MINNIE   b: November 1896 in OHIO CO, KY     d: Aft. 1900 in OHIO CO, KY ...... 2   WILLIAMS, Ms. LILLY M. (IVY)   b: February 1898 in OHIO CO, KY d: Aft. 1900 in OHIO CO, KY ...... 2   WILLIAMS, Ms. ROSE L.   b: March 1899 in OHIO CO, KY       d: Aft. 1900 in OHIO CO, KY ...... 2   WILLIAMS, Mr. MARION ROSS   b: 1905 in OHIO CO, KY     d: 1936 in OHIO CO, KY ............... 3   WILLIAMS, Mr. LEONARD ............... 3   WILLIAMS, Mr. WILLIAM G. ________________________________ Here is my family line hope it helps Tonia http://community.webtv.net/TPLUS409/ShuttFamily

I have no Carters; Karnes, Hendricks, Danner, Gish, Shaver, and Noffsinger are my interests in Muhlenberg Co. Sorry. Do you have any of those? Janet Shearer Richard Carter wrote: > Seeking a Calvin CARTER, born Va or NC, mid 1700s... Would be perhaps in > any county in Ky., late 1700's till perhaps 1813....May have had son John > Jr., born 1-2-1813, and Jobe, born 1807, and was a deaf mute... Thanks. > > DICK CARTER > [email protected] > > ============================== > Search over 1 Billion names at Ancestry.com! > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/rwlist1.asp

Seeking a CARTER or WILLIAMS/McWILLIAMS line with the given name of LUDWELL or CALVIN...Pre 1800. In Ky., Va., or NC. Thanks, DICK CARTER [email protected]

Seeking children of a John CARTER, who bought 400 acres about 1800 in Henderson Co., Ky. The area then became Hopkins Co. Or, seeking any information on him, if nothing available on children. Thanks, DICK CARTER [email protected]